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our stories
evaporate // all
keep holding out
wishing it to be
eventually
we can wish
everlastingness

what I mean is
all we will ever be
is the story of today
and whether or not
it gets permission
to mean a fucking thing
in us

how many empires
must we see dissolve
until it settles in
that there is no permanence
permanence we keep living our entire lives
thinking of
dreaming up
undying all our buried pains to get us there

our stories all
evaporate
and what is left after that?
I think
is the great Nothingness
who has spent our entire lives telling us
do not hurry along
do not dream of it
do not wish your present moment away
I have held this gate
and this great eternal megaphone // screaming
you are missing everything
wishing for Me

our great suffering // I think
is exactly the sort of thing
we will someday
never experience again
&
&
& wish we did